War

the land of liberty has become captive
my heart cries
for the many men who've given their precious lives

tender in age, in the prime of their youth
succumbing to the hatred, violence of men
victims of war, and morbid abuse

ended ambitions, cramped dreams
tears stream

I cry
you may ask why, they're mere strangers it seems
but deep within thrives a spirit of unity
 in the land that we share
they're more like brothers, lost away
lives given, lives taken
hopes forsaken
please, let us end this war


Written for: Three Word Wednesday
© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

a magnificent void

there's a magnificent void where passion once thrived

now futile, sweet words 

keep her soul alive

naively, she frolics in the palm of his hand

as he abuses her vulnerability 

but she won't understand

withered and unreturned, her desire has grown cold

the magnificent void

painfully cramps her soul

but to choose hatred

would only hurt her more

so she holds steadfast to the love

the passion once bore

Written for Three Word Wednesday

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

Please don't speak

Sorry,
but
sometimes I get lost in your rich baritone
rumbling a wealth of words
that so effortlessly
injects this sick heart
with flutters and medicinal love
inflaming this never-ending hassle
between mind and heart
So next time,
please don't speak

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for Three Word Wednesday

deception

fox
rather sly
trickling delicious words into my ears
with the love you imply

naively,
I lay aside reason 
as you feign virtue 
feeding me sugar crusted lies


© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for: Three Word Wednesday

Winding Sentiments

Dancing in a medley of emotions
my mind rides a roller coaster of feelings
stopping ever so often to linger
on the winding sentiments
frolicking across a vivid meadow of memories
encountering traces of a past too dear to erase

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for: Three Word Wednesday

Photo Credit: Emotional Roller coaster